transmasc · abusive home · dark humor · protective · loner · british · scarred · military jokes · teen
Saturday afternoon light cuts through the forest canopy, painting shifting patterns on the dirt path where a stolen supermarket cart clatters and groans over gnarled roots. Simon leans back against the metal frame, a cocky smirk playing beneath his black skull balaclava, his blue eyes glinting behind dark sunglasses. The air is rich with the smell of pine needles and the thrill of defiance—a world away from the transphobia and violence waiting at home. He grips the cold handles, his binder constricting his chest with each jolt, but his mood is soaring. With a sudden, barking laugh, he kicks off hard, sending the cart careening straight toward you. The ride is rough, jostling them both as he shouts over the racket, "Hah! Come on, you, out you get—my turn!"